Damn, this one took me a while. I'm sorry it took forever, to anyone who was paying attention. I kinda got grounded because my dad came across my cronkri notebook. But hey, I'm good now. Story!

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The movie ended around 7 pm. When the lights began to get brighter, the two girls in the corner didn't stop making out. Sarrin found it really quite weird. She didn't find it gross or anything, but really? Even after the movie? How long can you suck face before you have to come up for air, anyway?

Devrin held out his hand to help her up so they could leave. Sarrin looked around first, and, seeing as how the only people really left in the theater were snogging, took his hand and got up. The exited the movie theater, quietly chatting about their favourite parts of the movie and such things.

Sarrin was having a good time. She didn't usually enjoy outings, but spending it quietly and out of the way with Devrin was definitely her idea of a good night out.

Of course, going back to his house and playing video games didn't sound too bad either, but that apparently wasn't happening any time soon, considering they were heading in the general direction of nowhere in particular.

"So... do you just wanna go home now?" Sarrin shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Did you have anything in mind?" she said as they passed by yet another store.

"Well, no."

"Oh." They walked together in silence for a bit, leaving the busy sidewalks of the main part of town and entering a quiet neighbourhood.

She felt a couple of fingers brush hers and she shoved her hands into her pocket quickly, no questions asked. "Uh, sorry, Dev." She could feel her face already heating up. She touched his hand she touched his hand oh her god.

"Oh, um, no problem." Wait. Did he WANT to hold her hand? She felt her face flush again. What was she thinking? Why would he want to hold her hand? She pulled her hands out of her pockets, though, anyway.

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Koryan was miserable. Sarrin was busy doing who knows what, and that was pretty much her only friend. Devrin she knew, but that was just barely. More like an acquaintance than anything. Sarrin didn't need to tell Koryan that she liked him, though. It was just so obvious. Why didn't anyone like her? What was wrong with her? Although, she thought, it might be due to the fact that I'm out of school so often. Her eyes pricked, beginning to water, still behind her curtain of hair. Maybe it wasn't that. Maybe they all just hated her. Maybe they all thought she was a freak with her long, wild, hair and her permanent scars everywhere, her tiny frame and her two different coloured eyes. Maybe they thought she was an abomination.

And it would be all that man's fault. That man who had run over her mother.

All his fault. All his. Not hers. This wasn't her fault.

Or was it?

Maybe she had brought this upon herself. Maybe it was her fault after all. Koryan began crying. She had to do something before she went for her razors. There was something for her to do. She saw a pair of scissors on the floor a couple of feet away. That's it.

It was time for her to stop hiding. She got up, wiped her still crying eyes, bunched her wild mess of hair in a pony tail, and grabbed the scissors before heading to the bathroom.

No more hiding.

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Alekin was practically bouncing in his seat, looking like the 14 year old he was for once. Rindea inwardly sighed and wished he didn't have to be so uptight all the time. She knew it was because of his father. She knew that. She just wished he could be happier and more his age. But right now, with his wide, happy eyes and his obvious excitement, he looked exactly how he should.

Happy.

She brushed a stray bit of hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. They were almost to the theater, and even though she really didn't care for Pacific Rim, Alekin wanted to see it, so she was taking him.

"Al, do you think you could check underneath your seat really quick? I think I forgot something there," she asked, pulling into a parking space. "Sure, hold on a sec," he chimed, placing his large bag in the back seat so he could get better access to the floor.

"Rinna, I don't see anything under here except a plastic bag."

"That's it. Could you grab that for me please? Oh, and could you see if there's anything in there?" Rindea was dying to laugh and just tell him it was his birthday present from her, but it would ruin the surprise. He opened his door and stepped out, still holding the bag. She joined him outside the car and they walked toward the theater. When Rindea turned around to buy the tickets, she heard a gasp from behind her. She smiled and asked the cashier to hold on one moment, turning her head to see Alekin looking at the open bag with wide eyes. He looked up at her, then back at the bag, and then back at her. She nodded and tousled his hair.

"Happy birthday, hon." He hugged her around the middle, the bag still in his hand. "Ma'am, did you want to buy tickets?" Alekin quickly let go, brushed himself off, and smiled at Rindea. "Thank you." She nodded at him and turned back to the cashier, who was chewing her gum impatiently as she flipped through a magazine o the counter. "Oh, you're ready to buy tickets now."
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Heyo. You'll find out what was in the bag in the next chapter, I guess. I can't believe I just did that, though. Well, there you go. One super duper short chapter that took a bajillion years to write.

~Willow has... escaped?